Vampire's Girl(VAMPIRE TOWN BK1)

9. DAMIAN

CHAPTER 9

DAMIAN

It was not yet fully dark, but the club lights flickered expansively, falling of drunk couples gyrating on the dance floor. Everything inside the rather huge club, screamed money. So typical of Dad. He had a taste for expensive things and who could blame him? He was a vampire after all. It ran in our blood. I scanned the crowd, checking every blonde that came into sight and finally I saw her heading toward the inner room. f**k! That was my father’s office and everything in me screamed danger for the poor woman. I pushed through the crowd, but somebody blocked my path and to my utter annoyance, it was Lance, my father’s right hand man.

“Lance,” I faked a smile.

“Hey buddy. Heard you’ve been back in town for a few days. I’m surprised you did not drop by to say hi,” It was difficult to tell whether he was being sarcastic or just trying to set me off.

“Oh, I’m sorry about that. I didn’t realize it was so important to you,” I bit back. I didn’t hate him but I didn’t like him either. He was too naïve and always following father’s orders without question.

“You really have never stopped being a d**k, have you?”

“Please, you flatter me Lance. Now, I would really appreciate it if you move. I need to see my father,”

“Of course but in case you want to work out some of that pent up anger, you can drop by my gym. There is lot of free meal there if you catch the draft,” he winked and then walked away.

Free meal. Human blood.

I had refrained from drinking human blood for quite a while and if the need arose, I only drank just enough and made them forget. But for three months I’ve not had a drop of human blood in my mouth. The forests in Peaches town were quiet endowed with animals enriched with blood and so I treated myself to them at night when the town was quiet asleep.

Shaking my thoughts clear, I walked to my father’s office, knocking twice before I pushed the door open. Christine was patched up his lap, totally naked, obviously riding him while he occasionally sucked blood from her jugular. The sight of human blood hit a nerve in me, hunger waving through me but I was quick to fight it off.

“Don’t you have manners these days son?” Father questioned, a grin etched on his face with his blood stained fangs bared.

“Let go of her,” I muttered through gritted teeth.

“Excuse me?”

“Let go of the girl father,” Anger was beginning to seep through me.

“And why is that? Does she mean something to you?” he chuckled as though he found the entire ordeal hilarious.

“She does not mean anything to me but don’t you think I know what your f*****g plan is with her? I’ve heard of your little experiments. You’ll drink from her until you’ve had your fun and she is compelled to fall in love with you. Then you’ll attempt to turn her to a vampire and when that fails, she’ll go insane and you’ll throw her out in the streets or even murder her,”

“Well, my little experiments will one day work and the power to create more of our kind will be back in to our hands. When that happens, you’ll be thanking me son,” he said.

“She is a mortal, not a guinea pig for your experiments that will never work. You knew what you were sacrificing when you signed up to be a day walker, we all did. So just stop playing around with innocent human lives,”

“Relax son. There is plenty of them in this town. They’ll never notice when one is plucked off the crowd. In fact they should be thanking me for leveling the numbers in this town,” he really had the nerve to smirk in self-content.

I grabbed Christine, yanking her off my father’s lap before he could react.

“Forget this ever happened and if anyone asks, tell them a street dog attacked you on your way home from the club, biting you in the neck. One last thing, don’t ever come back here again,” I stated, her eyes glazed by my compellation as she nodded.

I watched her scramble into her dress and after I was done dressing up her wound, she ran off the club. When I turned to face my father, he was just smirking like he didn’t care about what he was doing to that poor, innocent girl.

“Four more days son. You are running out of time,” he stated instead.

“I’m not finding a f*****g mate father. And you know what? I can’t even stand you right now,” I muttered.

I stomped out of the club, determined to go straight to Jenifer. Right now, she was the only person I needed to talk to, touch or even probably cuddle. I was too angry and nothing was screaming in my mind except for my need for her. I was driving by the gym, when her scent hit me hard. Gym? What was she doing here? Parking the bike by the gym, I rushed in and to be honest, I was not prepared for what I saw. Another man’s arms on her waist; her f*****g waist. I was the only one supposed to touch her like that; not some douche bag who was thinking about her body. Wait, he was thinking about her body. He had no f*****g right. I could smell it right off him and that made me so angry. She was mine to touch, mine to hold, mine to think of and mine to possess. With determined steps, I made my way towards her, ready to punch him in his bloody face.